Weeks upon workshops have passed us by. With every minute, they have brought success, downfall, invention, creation, absence, recovery, movement, expression, growth and…. continental breakfasts (that one definitely brought Arc’s VIP status to another level). I shall kick off my pixie slippers, shove aside a pile of risk assessments, caffeine and bells, and take a moment to reflect.
So, there was St. Patrick’s and its wildly imaginative, pulsating poetry, “the moon is made of cheese, and the sun is hot like a thousand red jalapenos” (if only I had kept the name of this budding artist).
Deighton Gates, you welcomed our mini Arc to Wetherby with the many trinkets of your music store cupboard. It was a pleasure to dust off the tambourines and take those chime bars for a stroll.
Whinmoor, Oh Whinmoor! I was honoured to walk in on your angelic “Happy Birthday” rendition, after Lorraine thought it would be hilarious to send me out of the hall for ‘something vital’ during assembly. You made being another year older seem a lot less crumby. Birthday aside, we were minus much of the usual troop at this event, so had to work twice as hard to give the original plan a new lease of life. Everybody pulled together and made this experience not only possible, but highly fruitful. We also said farewell to Vicky P, who is gallivanting across the globe to NZ as we speak. We wish her all the luck in the future.
Birchfield Primary workshop… I may have been coughing up goblins in my bed at the time (another mystery illness that has captured me lately), and I may have missed out on your amazing hospitality. But, by gum, did I indeed hear all about the croissants! Arc were overjoyed by your welcome and reported back in high spirits.
There was Raynville, where Rebekah joined us once more with her stimulating aura of shadows. This first-class comeback saw children being awed by the vintage tapestries of shadow theatre, before making their own puppets. In other news, I found myself revived once more under the spell of Lizzie’s saxophone, one of Arc’s new volunteers.
The morning of Churwell’s workshop was not as spritely as usual, what with feverish symptoms and broken bicycle chains resulting in a forgotten volunteer. However, our predicament was dulled somewhat by the wonderfully Scottish greeting of our ‘posh caretaker’, who escorted Arc from the gates to their Green Room. This school were constantly mindful of any access requirements we may have, which can make a huge difference in the outcome of any workshop that Arc delivers. The vibe brought with it a productive and lively day.
Bring on the finale, this coming Monday at White Laith. This time with all volunteers attached.